Chapter 37
Chapter 37
Arietta couldn’t bring herself to bite down. She had never hurt Isaac physically, not even when she’d bound him, forcing him beneath her heel.
In that moment of power, she’d chosen to hurt herself instead. Now, she held his breath captive in her mouth, a slight pressure against the hand clamped around her throat.
Tears, purely physiological, streamed down her face. Gasping, she instinctively drew her tongue back slightly. Unintentional as it was, the contact of sensitive flesh sparked a familiar wave of sensation.
Isaac’s hand left her throat, seizing the gentle swell of her br*ast above her thin camisole dress. A soft moan escaped Arietta’s lips, a familiar sound. Their bodies, over the years, had become meticulously attuned to each other.
Shifting slightly toward him, Arietta braced a hand against the bed and sucked on the intrusion of his flesh in her mouth.
Chup, chup…
Isaac’s saliva flowed down her throat. Her heart still raced, but the reason had subtly shifted. A tingling tension settled low in her belly as her n*pples hardened. Isaac’s rough fingers toyed with the peaks beneath the thin fabric. “Hnn…”
With Isaac’s tongue filling her mouth, Arietta’s body trembled. Every cell felt awakened, alive. His thick tongue, a perfect fit within her small mouth, explored every soft and sensitive surface.
Soon, overwhelmed by his saliva, she parted her lips, letting the excess spill down her chin. Only when she was breathless, chest heaving, did Isaac finally release her mouth.
Color finally returned to Arietta’s lips. He nipped at the swollen flesh, then moved his hand from her bre*st, sliding his index finger between her teeth. A precaution, in case she decided to bite her tongue again.
“What’s this about?” he asked, his voice steady despite the frantic rise and fall of her shoulders. “Let’s be reasonable. Do you have any idea how much you’ve disrupted things today?”
Arietta ground her teeth against his finger. It tickled. Isaac frowned, bending his finger, tracing the underside of her tongue. She obediently relaxed her jaw. He continued to caress her sensitive flesh, not with any particular intent, but out of habit.
Arietta, equally habitually, nipped at his finger, then took his wrist in both her hands. As always, he let her. “Right, like you care if I ruin things. You’re always such a b*stard.” When had she ever cared about his plans? She scoffed.
Isaac pushed his finger deeper, pressing against her tongue, which felt impossibly small in his hand, probing for a reaction. “Were you actually trying to kill yourself?”
He’d wondered why she’d gone all the way up to the attic to jump. Seeing her vicious attempt to bite her own tongue just now seemed to answer his question. Had she really intended to die, or was it just a clumsy threat?
“Why ask now?” The gentle, almost playful nibbling she’d been directing at his finger ceased abruptly.
‘Why now?’ The words stung. She knew he didn’t remember her past “years,” but having that fact thrown in her face like this was a different kind of pain.
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